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How is it all going on? Grabbed a good read these days? Well, Yeah, I have. Revolution 2020 by Chetan Bhagath. The official introduction to the books says:

Once upon a time, in small-town India, there lived two intelligent boys.
One wanted to use his intelligence to make money. One wanted to use
his intelligence to create a revolution. The problem was, they both
loved the same girl.

I loved the book a lot. Here is a review for the book and below you can find my favorite lines in the book:

--x--

'Looks like we will have to break the door', the maid saidI wondered how I, who had come as a chief guest for a college orientation program, became involved with forcing open random toilets in Varanasi.

When girls use vague terms like 'generally', it is cause for specific concern. Or maybe not.

--x--

Raghav's advising her? Who is he? A career counselor? Or does he have the license to preach now because he has a fucking JEE rank?

--x--

'Love is what your parents give you if you clear the IIT exam', he said

--x--

Pouting, she went back to her seat. 'Mr. Editor, don't edit me out of your life, okay?' she said.

--x--

Old friends are old friends, Goapl. Boyfriends and all are fine, but they never understand you like old friends can'

--x--

'Different? Formal? Is that all you say?' she mocked.'No .. you look great. But I didn't expect to see you in a sari,' I said.'Didn't expect what? that your stupid classmate from school could get a real job?' she wiggled her eyebrows, hands on hips.'Yeah. You are quite stupid."

--x--

Every Friday I made rounds of the classes. I kept a three-day stubble to look old enough to be a director.

--x--

She picked up a french fry from her plate and threw it at me. She missed. It fell on the sofa.'Oops, pick it up, please. I can't dirty my own hotel.' she said

--x--

I went back to undoing her jeans. Girls wear the most unremovable, tight jeans in the world. I found it impossible to take them off without her help

--x--

'All you boys are the same. First you chase, but when you get the girl, you want to be kinds,' she said'You are my queen, my dear,' I said.'Cheesy. Conry. Horrible,' she said

--x--

How do you come up with a suitable sentence to convey something you have meant to say for years? .... 'I am better than you, asshole'

--x--

Well Well, have you read this book? Or any other book by Chetan Bhagath? How do you feel about it? Your opinion on his style?

Monday, October 24, 2011

How did the weekend go? Enjoyed? Gonna start the week with a bang? Gonna work for all your dreams? Hope so. I am participating in the Writers Platform Building Challenge. Today's post is for the third campaigner challenge. Here is all I need to do:

Write a blog post in 300 words or less, excluding the title. The post
can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog
musings, poem, etc. The blog post should show:

that it’s morning,

that a man or a woman (or both) is at the beach

that the MC (main character) is bored

that something stinks behind where he/she is sitting

that something surprising happens.

Just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses AND include
these random words: "synbatec," "wastopaneer," and "tacise."

Lets not waste any more time. Here is my entry:

--x--

"Isn't it a pleasure Abhi, to watch the morning sun",
spoke John, trying to cheer up a unhappy, bitter Abhi."Well, might-be for you.""Come on buddy, how many people get to watch the sun?
Everyday while he is rising?""Yeah, you and me, the only cleaning staff at beach, get such
a fabulous once in a lifetime chance""Ha Ha, you sound pretty irritated even now. This is our
summer job. Don't get so cocky", advised John"Yeah, when your grap has a million dollars under his arse,
it is sure fun to clean this wastopaneer on beach every morning."“Now Now, don't get carried away. You can't eat it however hungry you are""Can't you listen .. grrr .. my stomach is asking me to feed it" "That is trash aka tacise as
little Nikki spells it. Not to eat” warned John.“I am fucking bored. I don't like this job and I am gonna quit”“Oye, we are still left with the main task. Once you are done
with it, you are free to quit” spoke John, setting his loose glove
right.“Yeah, I remember, you aren't strong enough to pull that
stinking corpse from under the beach-house right?” teased Abhi,
with a glimpse of satisfaction about his strong body“It is only a left-over. Dunno how they could do it.”“Why, it is perfectly normal to fry fish over camp-fire. What's
so special with it?”“I am vegetarian remember? How can you eat such cute organisms?”“Shhh.... Can you hear it?”“Yeah., is it a whistle?”
asked confused John“Damn sure. It is, somewhere very near. Check for the sea-shore”

“I can't see anything. It must be from the beach-house”“Idiot.
It is a dolphin's whistle. Not from a player. I know.” spoke a
pepped up Abhi

--x--

Well, what do you say? I showed? Is it cool? Is using dialogue easy way to show? Is there any other way to show? I guess showing => using dialogue. Is it so simple? Is there more to it? Got any resources which can guide me? Do let me know!!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

How is life going on?? Enjoying? Well, the moment I signed up for writers platform building campaign, I meet a lot of cool people viz authors, readers, bloggers and such.

We have come together and made a critique group for ourselves This post is for them all. So here are first 250 words of my WIP. Kindly go through the same.

--x--

Title Of Book: 3 things about my Facebook!!

Genre: Young Adult

First 250 words:

My world was a sweet dream. I was the luckiest man on earth for I got to know whom I love the most. I had a father who loves money more than anything. I had a job that pays me about $200 at a young age of 19. I was confident that I could win the heart of my princess, become rich, become popular and of course famous. And I had ample dreams of becoming a huge, successful author.

On the fateful morning of Dec 4, the princess of my world, Ms. Ammu, invited me to her home for a get-together. Well everything went well I hope. We all had fun, enjoyed together and had delicious lunch. I was introduced to a young lad that day. Mr. Vinay, Ammu's Boyfriend. Well, I understood what Harry Potter meant by my internals are filled with lead that very moment. I didn't know what to do then. I also had to hear their story with a smile on my face. A 70mm smile which came from depths of heart.

Well, I at least understood how outdated I am. How remote I have become from my own, one time classmates. I couldn't answer the questions like "What am I?" & "What the hell I am gonna do now?" Could I move on? Is this what is called as break-up? Isn't this the catastrophe of the century? Half my colleagues were ready to round up Vinay and kick the hell out of him.."

--x--

For everyone, who is interested in going into details and reading this a little more: find the first 5 chapters of the book here. Don't forget to let me know how you feel about it.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Taking you into 1993 firefight in Mogadishu, Somalia, this book is my all time favorite. Showing you the courage, tactics, planning needed to undertake a mission, making you feel the loss of brother-in-arms and connecting you to the thoughts of your comrade on death bed in hostile area, this books gives you an overall picture of what happened on that god dammed day.

To add more, we have soldiers, kids, Somalians and women dead, injured and the entire book ends in happy note viz the war prisoner (or hostage) is released and taken back to home.

When you are a journalist, in war zone seeing action for the first time among brave, courageous, well trained elite Marines of the first Recon and after seeing a bloody all day engagement, you too are welcomed into the ranks of marines and given a weapon. Imagine how well you would perform and to what extent the book takes you into battle.

Generation Kill

All you get to see is, frequent action, madness of the command center on the top, battle hardened men, discipline, fervor, call of duty, blood and and and Corporal Trombley, Captain America (swaggering out of control commander), Sergent Colbert (icy professional)

--x--

Summary:

If you are military fan, ready to read a little about your favorite special forces then Military non-fiction is for you!!

If you are looking for some, kick ass story and can't handle too much gore and such, kindly go to Non-Fiction!!

Have you read any of these books? What do you feel about them? Liked them? Do let me know!! Are there any must read military non-fiction books? Kindly suggest them to me!!

You thought soldiering was easy way back in 1942? United States Marine Corps wasn't for fools. Guts, thoughts, strength, training and luck weren't enough to survive some of the greatest battles in the Pacific. Here is a vivid account of combat and survival in WWII. Booze, the gorgeous nurses, brawling, the officer-enlisted men relationships, the sickness, the longing to survive, the will crushing reality, the appetizing war and everything else from the battlefield to haunt you in the mid of the night.

The shores of Japan, the never ending war, the occasional liberty and the comfort of smuggled rations all for you, from Robert Leckie, one of the America's greatest military historians.

If necessity to save the citizens, the America, the American way of life, taking on hijackers, terrorists & hostage during the terrorizing days of 1970's are what gave rise to the 1st special forces Operational Detachment - D(Delta Force), then Dominating the modern battlefield, Top secret missions, Unsung heroes, Injuries from rigid training, Discipline and valor, Liberty to act alone and such explain the life of Delta boys.

All you can find here is nothing but new weapons, heavy training, undeterred will, mission to take out gun-men, training and training and training in all possible scenarios & honor of singular men who are fighting for their mother nation, in sudden, frightening world without regrets

You thought, the narrator is always the super-hero in the story? that the narrator kicks the shit out of enemy, then this book is for you, to see the reality. When eight men from SAS went into Iraq, to take out scuds, and when they are found and imprisoned by the Iraqi's what happens? When their struggle to outrun their pursuers fails, when their fellow operatives die, when they run out of food, fuel, ammo and expendables. Torture both physical and mental, everyday suffering hell, waiting for rescue, praying for safety of fellow men, considered dangerous and left to be bitten by the devil

This is story of suffering of Andy McNab and his team before being welcomed in their homeland as warriors. Welcome to the party.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

I am god damned happy today!! LOL!! Reason?? Well, My friend SaiKiran.Putta, started blogging!! Is it a surprise?? Yeah, of course. He seems to have put lot of efforts into blogging and I got to know about it just now. Just happy to welcome another buddy into world of blogging!!!

So sharing his link and some of the links of people I know, in person!! Kindly support them by visiting them too!!!

StuffToKnowDot by SaiKiran.Patta about technology and its use in day to day world. You really gotta learn a lot about internet from this site.

I remember how hard, it was to gain some notice among the blogging community in the early days. Even now, my presence isn't much, but I am happy about the same. Happy about the followers and supporters who keep on encouraging me with their comments, presence and suggestions. Kindly support these bloggers too!!

with warm regards

AllMyPosts

PS: This is a re-post. I just added SaiKiran.Pattu to the post and re-posting it!!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Since Steve Jobs died, there has been a lot of talk about the amazing people he has joined in inventing history. However, there is one man they missed, and he is also the man Jobs looked up to: Edwin H. Land. As the genius behind Polaroid and instant photography, he’s an important man to remember.

Land, in his time, was nearly as visible as Jobs was in his. In 1972, he made the covers of both Time and Life magazines, probably the only chemist ever to do so. (Instant photography was a genuine phenomenon back then, and Land had created the entire medium, once joking that he’d worked out the whole idea in a few hours, then spent nearly 30 years getting those last few details down.) And the more you learn about Land, the more you realize how closely Jobs echoed him.

Most of all, Land believed in the power of the scientific demonstration. Starting in the 60s, he began to turn Polaroid’s shareholders’ meetings into dramatic showcases for whatever line the company was about to introduce. In a perfectly art-directed setting, sometimes with live music between segments, he would take the stage, slides projected behind him, the new product in hand, and instead of deploying snake-oil salesmanship would draw you into Land’s World. By the end of the afternoon, you probably wanted to stay there.

Three decades later, Jobs would do exactly the same thing, except in a black turtleneck and jeans. His admiration for Land was open and unabashed. In 1985, he told an interviewer, “The man is a national treasure. I don’t understand why people like that can’t be held up as models: This is the most incredible thing to be — not an astronaut, not a football player — but this.”

I was going through, various articles on Steve Jobs recently. Hope everyone liked this article. This article is a re-post. I mean, this article is taken from here

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Hello Everyone,

How was your weekend? Enjoyed? Liked it? Partied all night? Mine was awesome.

Got my hand upon Cat-Women by Elizabeth Hand. An awesome book in itself. Fiction, cats, lots of cats, purring, roof-tops, black leather, .. and more mystery.

I kind of enjoyed the book. Here are some of my favorite quotes from the book. Some of these quotes are used in rather humorous tones and it became a hit with me. I mean, this style:

So sharing some of the cool quotes:

--x--

Nature
gave horns to bulls, hooves to horses, speed to hares, stealth to cats,
the power of swimming to fishes, that of flying to birds, and knowledge
to men. She had nothing left to women save Beauty. Beauty is proof
against spears and shields. She who is beautiful is more formidable than
fire and iron

To die and to lose one's life are much the same thing

The cat in gloves catches no mice

There is something wrong with beau-line. Yeah. Just like there's something wrong with a world that drives women to prize youth and beauty above all things -- like a deadly dropkick.

Beauty is as Summer fruits, which are easy to corrupt and cannot last.

--x--

Liked them?? You like quotes like these? Any other author who uses quotes? Paulo Coelho uses them for sure. Who else?

Saturday, October 8, 2011

The weekend has arrived at last. Hope you all have your marvelous plans
and that all goes well.

I was speaking to my friends other
day about a excerpt from Helmet for my pillow. Kindly go through the same here:

Scene:

Robert Leckie due to some illness, reports to division hospital and from there he is admitted into p-38 ward at Banika. He is speaking to one of the corpsman after his initial screening.

--x--

If
Banika was an island paradise, it had, for enlisted men, its forbidden fruit:
the nurses.

“It
isn’t personal,” explained the corpsman who had told me about the Kid. “It’s
just that they’re women, and women out here are just no good. They cause too
much trouble.” He reflected a moment. “You know, we didn’t have nurses when we
first got to Banika. There was just the doctors and ourselves.” He sighed
wistfully. “It was wonderful. The doctors shared their liquor rations with us
and everything. It was like one big happy family. We ate good, too, as good as
the doctors. You never heard of a doctor pulling his rank. We got along
wonderfully together.” His face darkened. “Then the nurses came, and everything
changed overnight. We weren’t good enough anymore. No more liquor, no more top
chow, no more friendliness. The nurses talked only to doctors and the doctors
talked only to God. And the trouble is, our work hasn’t gotten one bit easier.
If anything, it’s harder, what with the tension.” His face got gloomier. “And
look what the nurses did to the whole base. Look at the fancy stockade they had
to build for them and get a whole MP battalion to stand guard over them. Look
at how the men eat their heart out every time they see an officer riding around
in a jeep with a nurse beside him. And how do you think they feel when they see
the officer has a pistol on his hip? What the hell does that mean, eh? It means
he’s supposed to defend this pure woman’s honor against an attack by us crummy
enlisted men. We’re the only ones that’d do it, y’know. The lieutenant’s glands
have been to Officers’ Candidate School.”
His voice was bitter, now. “It’s crazy. It’s unfair. Women have no place out
here.”

--x--

What do you feel about it? Do men really act crazy in front
of women? Have men really brought out the distinctions to chase women? Do men
need to show themselves as superior? What is wrong here? The women? Or The men?
What are your thoughts about his? Do let me know!!

Friday, October 7, 2011

Hope all is well at your end and that the good lord would continue to be gracious on both of us!!

I was going through, The Unexploded Man by Leslie Watkins early in the morning today. The book is about Russians plan to invade the Europe for their own safety. But But, using a specialized sabotage mission under guidance of Secret Seven A special unit for this purpose they try to destroy the credibility of politicians in British Parliament so as to help Russia. For this purpose, David Barnett, a political gossip writer, is kidnapped and kept in prison, tortured to reveal flaws of politicians.

Scene: David Barnett is kidnapped and taken into the House his prison and a day passes without much happening. The next day, Rupert the Unexploded Man or the Evil Character introduces himself to Mr. Barnett:

Excerpt:

--x--

It was a large and black room. Expensively and elegantly
funereal. Black walls. Black carpet. Black furnishings. On one way, away to
Barnett's left, were clamped three television monitor sets. They were being fed
pictures from unseen cameras scanning the top of wall around the House. Rupert
indicated them "Our security arrangements, as you see, Mr. Barnett, are
ingenious and impregnable. So, please \, don't even consider the chances of escaping.
Even if you w\could get out of the House -- and I promise you would never do
that -- you could not possibly get over the wall. Not without being seen."

"These cameras--they also work at night?"
Barnett's question was a challenge. He was not expecting an honest answer ut he
wanted to show he was not completely cowed.

Rupert laughed. "You almost met the sentinels of night,
Mr. Barnett". The words, as usual, came floating from his motionless
half-lips. "They are too dangerous to be released during the day"
Again that awful metallic laugh. "They would tear a man to pieces."

"So I'm impressed," said Barnett flatly. "Now
what do you want from me. All this elaborate performance …….. how can I
possibly be worth it?"

--x--

Now Now, Assume you are Mr. David Barnett. What would you do in such a situation? All your attempts to find out why you were kidnapped are meet with failure. You aren't tortured, You are feed properly but but you having a feeling in your gut that says there is something sinister going on. How will you cope up in the empty cell? What will your thoughts be about?

Monday, October 3, 2011

How did the week go? Enjoyed the weekend? Mine was good. Hope the same with you all.

I was going through a old, worn out copy of Robinson Crusoe the other day and found a rather interesting and appropriate paragraph. Kindly go through the same here:

When misfortune falls upon Robinson Crusoe on his first voyage, he thinks a lot about going back to his home and settling down in trade of his father and leaving his inclination towards sea. But But, his train of thoughts is as follows:

--x--

As to going home, shame opposed the best motions that offered
to my thoughts, and it immediately occurred to me how I should be
laughed at among the neighbors, and should be ashamed to see,
not my father and mother only, but even everybody else; from
whence I have since often observed, how incongruous and
irrational the common temper of mankind is, especially of youth,
to that reason which ought to guide them in such cases—viz.
that they are not ashamed to sin, and yet are ashamed to repent;
not ashamed of the action for which they ought justly to be
esteemed fools, but are ashamed of the returning, which only can
make them be esteemed wise men.

--x--

So ever faced this situation? Ever failed in something and you know it is not wise to adventure anymore but still you had to because you might become the laughingstock of people around you? How on the earth am I supposed to face such a crisis? Kindly advise me!!